Shrine

I had seen a reference to this in last week's papers, without fully realising that it was my local bank branch. I've walked past this bank countless times in the past five years or so, head high and head down and yet I had somehow missed this Man. The thought that he could have been there so often and so visibly that other people who passed that way were moved by his passing, and yet I had no memory of him disturbed me. A man once told me that I saw nothing when I ran and should walk with my eyes open. It was good advice.